CHAPTER TWO

It’s so nice having Daddy and Uncle Andrew for dinner. I like it when it’s

just me and Daddy, but I think he seems lighter having someone else

around. Uncle Andrew has been around since Nick became my stepdad. He

never made it seem like he wasn’t my uncle, even though we’re not related

by blood. Andrew has been to every birthday dinner, every graduation. And

now, every Sunday dinner.

Both Daddy and Uncle Andrew are really fit. They go to the gym together

a few times a week. Daddy had me when he was just twenty, so there’s

barely any grey in his hair, and Uncle Andrew is two years younger than

him. They have the same brown eyes that are kind and warm.

“This roast is delicious, Melody,” says Uncle Andrew.

“Thank you.”

“It’s true. I’m not sure what I would do without my Melody.” Daddy winks

at me, and I warm at his praise.

“I’m just happy to take care of you.”

The rest of the meal is like that. Daddy and Uncle Andrew talk about his

sermon, they ask questions about me and what I’m going to do now that I’m

done high school. I didn’t want to go to college, and even though Daddy

didn’t say anything, he seemed relieved when I told him. I’m not sure about

the future, but right now, I just want to stay home and take care of Daddy.

There’s another football game on after dinner, so that’s where Daddy and

Uncle Andrew head to while I clean up in the kitchen. I’m just washing the

dishes when I start to think about the other night. The images of the man

and woman are still fresh in my mind. And now I have new words to

consider. Cock and Pussy. Tits. They’re so grown-up. Even just thinking

about them makes me shiver.

And then, with horror, I realize that I’ve dropped a ceramic bowl. It’s one

of Daddy’s favorites – Mom made it for him after taking a pottery class.

Quickly, I sweep up the pieces, hoping Daddy won’t notice. Maybe he’ll

just think it’s lost in some random cupboard.“Melody,” Daddy’s voice is stern. I look up from the garbage can where I

was trying to hide the broken pieces under some paper towels. “What are

you doing?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say quietly. “I broke something.”

“Yes, I heard. But what are you doing right now?”

I look from Daddy to the garbage can. “I was trying to cover up what I

did.” Tears prick my face. Daddy hates lying. If I had just told him I broke

the bowl right away, he would have been okay. But now with the lying, I

know he’s upset.

“You know what happens when you lie, Melody.” Daddy sighs. “Come on.

It’s time for a spanking.”

Growing up, spanking wasn’t out of the ordinary for me. I was a good girl,

but sometimes I would make mistakes, and spanking was how I learned

from them. Now that I’m eighteen, Daddy told me that my spanking had to

be different. Because it’s harder to learn lessons when you’re an adult.

Daddy settles on the living room couch. Uncle Andrew is still here, and he

sits on a chair next to the couch. He looks at me, but there isn’t any

judgment. He knows that when I’m in church, he’s in charge. But this is

Daddy’s house.

“You know what to do, Melody.” Daddy sighs again, and I can hear how

disappointed he is. I know he doesn’t like to spank me – he has to because

that’s the only way I’ll learn.

With trembling fingers, I remove my tank top and then my skirt. I fold

them neatly on the coffee table in the middle of the room. I don’t like

getting naked in front of Daddy or Uncle Andrew, but if I take more time

than necessary, it will just mean more spankings.

My fingers shake even more as I undo my bra and take off my panties.

They’re white – Daddy says I should only wear white underwear because

I’m pure. But on my eighteenth birthday, he gave me lacy underwear, which

feels nice on my bare skin.

I feel so exposed as both sets of eyes are on me, so I keep looking at the

ground. I want to cover up, but that will earn me more spankings. Daddy

says that until I have a husband, a girl’s father should be in control of her.Since my bio dad left when I was little, Nick said that as my stepdad, he has

that honor.

“Come here, Melody,” Daddy says sternly.

I shuffle over to him so that I’m across his lap. Uncle Andrew is off to the

side behind me, so I can’t see him.

“Lying is a sin, Melody. You know that very well, and yet you still did it. I

think twenty spankings are appropriate for lying. Make sure you count

them.”

“Yes, sir.”

The first is always the hardest. Daddy waits, adjusting me as he wants. He

keeps one hand over my lower back so I don’t flail around. With his other

hand, he adjusts my legs, spreading my thighs a little.

I barely register the sound of his hand whirring through the air, and then I

cry out, barely managing the “One!” that I’m supposed to say.

Daddy’s hand is hot and hard as he spanks my bum. I can feel the heat and

the pain spread out, and with a shock, I realize it lands in my pussy. Oh no,

I think. I want those tingles to go away, but they keep coming.

By the time I finally count to twenty, I’m a mess. Tears stream down my

face, and my hair is falling out of its braid, sticky with sweat. Daddy’s chest

rises and falls from the effort it takes him to spank me.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I weep openly. “I’m sorry I lied to you.”

“Shhh, I know, baby girl. I’m sorry I had to spank you.”

Daddy moves me so I’m cradled in his arms. He holds me and rocks me

gently, soothing the errant hair from my face. I snuggle into him, loving

how masculine he smells. Like pine and smoke.

“You need to apologize to your uncle, too, Melody.”

I open my wet eyes and look over to Uncle Andrew, who has his eyes

glued to me. Even though I’m still naked, I don’t really notice. It just feels

so good to be in Daddy’s arms.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Andrew,” I hiccup. “I’m sorry you had to see me lie.”

“It’s okay, little lamb.” He smiles softly. “I’m just glad your daddy can

help you be a better girl. It’s easy to get lost, but as long as you havesomebody who will help you find your way, you’ll be just fine.”

The TV is still on, and even though Daddy still cuddles me, and I’m still

naked, he and Uncle Andrew turn their attention back to the game. I want to

put my clothes back on, but I also really like it in Daddy’s arms. Eventually,

the game ends, and when Uncle Andrew stands to go home, I crawl out of

Daddy’s lap and put my clothes back on.

“Thanks again for the delicious food, Melody,” Uncle Andrew tells me. I

like how he doesn’t chastise or even mention the lying incident. He just

carries on like I’m his favorite niece.

“Thank you for coming for dinner,” I tell him honestly.

Uncle Andrew comes closer and hugs me, pulling me tight into his body.

He almost smells the same as Daddy, and I feel so comforted. As he pulls

away, he leans in to kiss me goodbye. That was another thing that changed

when I turned eighteen. Instead of a quick peck on the cheek, Uncle

Andrew always kisses me on the lips now. His face is nice and clean-

shaven, and his lips feel so warm on mine.

“See you next Sunday,” he tells me with a wink, leaving Daddy and me

alone.

We spend the next bit getting ready for the night, and then, when I’m in

bed, Daddy comes in to say goodnight. I scoot over so he can lie down with

me.

Daddy puts one arm around me, settling on my bare stomach, as my sleep

shirt has ridden up.

“You okay, Melody?” Daddy asks. He rubs little circles around my belly

button. “You seem a little distracted lately.”

Uncle Ted told me to tell Daddy about what I did so that he could help me.

But I’m still too embarrassed. Besides, I told Uncle Andrew I wouldn’t look

at the magazines anymore, and I’ve already done my penance. I don’t think

it’s a lie, not really, when I tell Daddy that I’m okay.

Daddy kisses my forehead and gives me one more squeeze .

“Alright baby girl ,sleep tight ,I love you.

“Love you too daddy.”